“You know I’ve noticed the way Aimee hangs on Jax,” she continued. “I’ve been perfecting my death glare on her since she hit the bar. Sadly, it isn’t working.”

I cracked a grin at that as I popped a small bite in my mouth. Her death glare also wasn’t working on Reece, either.

“Jax doesn’t feed into it. Granted, he could do more to make sure she got the message, but he’s not returning the sentiment. Not once. But he’s a nice guy.” Picking up a napkin, she wiped at her fingers. “It takes a lot to get under his skin. You’ve seen that. And he’s way nice to us females. He was simply raised right.”

“He was,” I whispered.

“But you also have a right to be pissed with everything.”

“I do? Right?”

She nodded.

Thank God, I wasn’t completely crazy and a giant screwup.

“I’d cut a bitch if she showed up in the middle of the night at my man’s house, if I had a man, but whatever. I’d probably want to cut him, too, and it would take me some time to get over it, but . . .”

I sat back, tucking my knees to my chest. “Here comes the ‘I fucked up’ part?”

“Yes. And no.” Roxy smiled as she twisted toward me. “This is your first relationship and your first fight. Hopefully it’s your only relationship, but it’s definitely not going to be your last fight. This is probably going to happen a lot of times.”

I knew that. I just forgot about that because I was an idiot.

“And you did basically accuse Jax of being an active man-whore while he’s been with you, so he’s going to be pissed, but he’s not going to stop liking you. And if he’s does, he isn’t worth your time. But that’s not how Jax is. He’ll cool down and you two will be fine.”

Nibbling on my lower lip, I let her words bang around what was going on in my head. Everything she said was reasonable. Hope sparked. “Do you think I should call him?”

“I think you should give him a little time,” she suggested. “It’s never wrong to let the guy come to you. Right? You both were wrong and you need to remember you weren’t the only one who messed up.”

“You’re right.” I sighed, tipping my head back against the couch. “Do you think I should’ve left this morning?”

“Um . . .” She adjusted her glasses. “Well, if you didn’t have all this crazy stuff going on? It probably wouldn’t have mattered. Jax probably isn’t happy, but he’ll see you tonight.”

“No. He’s going to the party. You and Nick are working tonight, remember?”

“Shit,” she groaned, collapsing against the arm of the couch. “I completely forgot.”

“Did you make plans, because I’m sure we’ll be fine tonight.”

Roxy laughed. “I’d need to have a life to have plans, but I was planning on lying out, reading, and eating junk food into the wee hours of the night like any hot, single twenty-two-year-old.”